The formation was set up, and 108 people raised their swords at the same time. The four elders stood at the head of the formation and chanted spells, which sounded like soft music over the square.

In an instant, the sky suddenly changed, and countless bolts of lightning struck down from the clouds.

Lightning instantly flashed on the swords of the 108 men.

"Attack," the fourth elder shouted, and the disciples quickly pointed their swords at Bai Yu and others in the center of the field.

One hundred and eight lightning bolts shot out as if they had eyes.

Once the one hundred and eight lightning bolts are successfully connected, it will be the moment for the heavenly thunder to kill.

"Oh! Isn't this Xiao Zi's dragnet? And it's a pirated one," Bai Yu sneered.

"Xiao Zi, it's up to you now." Ling You flashed behind Xiao Zi. He still found it difficult to adapt to lightning attacks!

"Look at me, you little brat, you dare to show off your skills in front of your Tianlei ancestor, wait and see how I will deal with you guys."

In a flash, when the 108 heavenly thunderbolts connected, a criss-crossing red lightning net was formed.

At the same time, the fierce attack brought by thunder and lightning also followed. Those disciples with low cultivation were vulnerable and were instantly hit by thunder and lightning.

Du Zekai, Lao Jiu, the Fourth Elder and others could not help but get excited when they saw this. Great, once this Nine Heavens Thunder Formation comes out, who can compete with it?

However, the joy lasted only three seconds, as a larger net with purple light rose from the inside and wrapped up the red net in the opposite direction. The 108 people looked at the purple lightning shooting towards them, their eyes were bloodshot. They wanted to escape, but their legs were weak and they couldn't move. The next moment, lightning struck them, and everyone was instantly blown away by the powerful force of lightning. At the same time, they were twitching all over by the purple lightning. After a while, only a pile of charcoal was left.

Except for the little friends who were protected by Xiao Zi, everyone else turned into a pile of charcoal the moment the purple net rose into the air.

"Ah! What is that? Purple...purple level heavenly thunder? Oh my god, the heaven is going to kill me!" Lao Jiu was stunned by the scene before him. The Nine Heavens Thunder Formation that he had worked so hard to research was actually so vulnerable?

He was killed instantly upon encountering the enemy. How embarrassed he was!

"Quick, Old Nine, think of a way. Fourth Elder, why are you still standing there? Go! Kill them." Du Zekai was terrified and frightened by the shocking scene in front of him. He now regretted becoming the Pavilion Master very much. If he had known earlier, he should not have competed with his eldest brother for this position.

It was all that bastard Du Lianchong's fault. Why didn't he fight for it again? Why did he give up the position of Pavilion Master so easily? Damn it, he would definitely go to my mother to complain.

Lao Jiu showed an extremely ugly expression on his face, and he had a hard time speaking. He also wanted to rush forward to rescue those people he had carefully trained, but reality did not allow it!

These 108 people are of great significance to Lao Jiu, as he has spent a lot of resources and efforts to train them. Now that he sees them in a desperate situation, how can Lao Jiu not be anxious?

What Lao Jiu was worried about was not the lives of these 108 people, but the huge amount of resources he invested. These resources not only included cultivation resources and time, but also his hard work in cultivating them. It was almost impossible to cultivate another 108 people who could also complete the Nine Heavens Thunder Formation.

Where else can he find so many cultivators with thunder spiritual roots?

Alas! God wants to kill me.

Lao Jiu's heart was bleeding. He hesitated to move forward after being urged by the Pavilion Master. This was a purple-level heavenly thunder. Who wouldn't be afraid?

The Fourth Elder was just the opposite. His domain space was broken by someone, which made him lose face in front of the Pavilion Master. The flame of anger filled his entire chest. He just wanted to find an outlet to vent and save his little face.

So, when the Pavilion Master urged him, he rushed into the net without thinking and wanted to fight against it.

He was surrounded by bright white lightning, which kept flickering.

Unexpectedly, the Fourth Elder is also a thunder cultivator.

Not only him, but even Old Nine is a thunder cultivator. He just doesn't have the courage of the Fourth Elder to go all out.

It has to be said that the fourth elder usually focuses on the formation when practicing, and the ninth elder also focuses on the formation, but this formation is not the same as that formation.

Both of them are masters, which is why Du Zekai values ​​them.

However, today's performance disappointed Du Zekai greatly. He realized that something was wrong and immediately wanted to quit. He didn't care about punishment or not.

So he quickly called on other people from the Elders' Hall to join the battle, while he took advantage of the chaos to move to the back of the hall.

Lao Jiu noticed the Pavilion Master's intention and stepped forward without thinking and said,

"Master, I will escort you away immediately. You are the master of the pavilion. As long as you are still here, the Ghost Demon Pavilion will not fall."

"Ah! Yes, yes, Laojiu, good job, you are right. As long as the green mountains remain, there will be no fear of running out of firewood. As long as you protect me today, I will treat you as my own child in the future." Du Zekai did not forget to paint a big pie for Laojiu at the last moment.

Laojiu is an orphan and he definitely longs for family affection, and he is not wrong.

"...Master, let me protect you and leave first." Lao Jiu resisted the urge to roll his eyes and just wanted to leave this battlefield of murder as soon as possible.

The sound of killing behind us is deafening and the situation is critical. We really can't afford to delay any longer.

"Okay, okay, go from there and don't let anyone find you," Du Zekai pointed to the left side of the main hall.

"Okay, Pavilion Master, follow me," the two men moved to the left calmly.

They thought they had been discovered, but little did they know that Wanqi Yuan, who had been keeping his eyes on Du Zekai, had already noticed the coward's intention to escape.

This was also the first time he encountered the leader of the Guisha Pavilion who wanted to escape.

Want to run? No way.

Wanqi Yuan flashed behind the two men, and the Blade of Death appeared in his palm.

Seeing the two sneaky figures about to turn the corner, the black blade in his hand immediately flew out.

The Black Blade God appeared between the necks of the two men without anyone noticing, flashed around their necks, and then returned to Wanqi Yuan's hands.

"Hiss, what bit me?" Du Zekai touched his painful neck, which was wet. He looked down and saw his hands were covered in blood.

"Ah...blood..." Du Zekai turned around suddenly and saw a tall figure standing behind them.

"It's you..." Blood gushed out, and he could no longer utter a word. He fell to the ground with his eyes wide open.

Lao Jiu blocked the blood gushing from his neck with one hand, uttered a few syllables from his mouth, and then fell to the ground, leaving a bloody pit on the ground.

After dealing with the Pavilion Master, the remaining minions will be easy to deal with. They are simply vulnerable to Xiao Zi's attack, which is comparable to that of a God Emperor.

It took less than an hour from the end of the battle to cleaning up the battlefield and looting the warehouse.

Wanqi Yuan waved his hand, and everyone returned to Beiling City.